Gate to Goodbye — The Stolen Puppy

gorgeous fits you perfectly Gorgeous. Fits you perfectly. Lucas seemed to have forgotten that dress had been custom-made for me. He'd designed it himself back when he was 20.

Back then, holding my hand, he'd sworn to me. Evelyn, when we get married, you're wearing this dress. I'm making you a one-of-a-kind gown. I'm going to make you the happiest bride in the world.

And now, that dress was on Chloe. He'd said it looked gorgeous. Fits her perfectly. Chloe tagged me again. You don't mind, do you?

What was I supposed to say? Did I mind? It wasn't like I'd never pushed back before. two years ago Chloe took a liking to the dog Lucas had given me and insisted I hand it over I refused hard but everyone sided with Chloe called me petty said I

was making a big deal out of nothing even Lucas talked me into it it's just a dog you can get another one Chloe's parents died young she's already had it rough can't you cut her some slack as her older cousin right as the older cousin I was supposed to give way so I guess I'd give her my husband to Evelyn

Evelyn, I got the ticket sorted. Three days from now, I'll go with you to watch Rookie Race. I swear I won't be late this time. I hung up and let out a long breath.

Lucas wouldn't come overseas with me. That was fine. Someone else would. That afternoon, when I got home, Lucas was still at my place.

The second I walked in, I saw him coming toward me, holding two favor boxes.